This is a song about "Not famous"

Is there any love

To get rich and famous,

Just to make it famous

Ships that sail to distant places

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Cause right now im fellin a little famous

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Third ward general, young cash money

Even the famous know how hard it be

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

This shit wouldn't happen if famous rappers were dope,